What it is
is what its not.
But what its not,
is what it is.
And what it is,
is just a shot.
A shot a glimpse,
of what it was.
But what it was,
is just a shot.
A shot a glimpse,
of another present.
A present a gift,
of another moment.
A moment that exists,
just like the present.
But the present that was,
is not what is,
but another moment,
to not remember.
And why remember,
every moment?
Because every moment,
will not last forever.
-K
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Semi Prose 
Very nice…most people fail to recall that the night sky is filled with light from dead stars….well said.